Spells & Starfire

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A taste of smoke and cherries lingered on her tongue throughout the night. Quite suitable for a carefree time at the Blushing Mermaid.

Smothering in the heat of a drink-happy, loud, and unbothered crowd was entirely uncharacteristic, but she endured. Because it was for him. Nimriel might not have been great with words of affection, but she was never afraid to prove her care. And so, when Sael offered to celebrate the grand event - one whole week of them dating, no less - she agreed, saving a begrudged sigh for another day.

And Saelseris? As happy as a fox that found its way into the chicken coop. Nim couldn’t escape the starved gaze of his ruby eye for even a second. His hand casually landed on her hip as soon as they found a cozy table in a snug corner of the tavern. Subtlety was never a language the warlock spoke fluently. As hours passed, his fingers shamelessly roamed her curves, threatening to slip under the thin hem of the short dress - his gift, naturally.

And with every sip of the red rum swirl, his lips poured more revealing sweet nothings into her ear:

“You are the most magnificent view in all of the Gate.”

“Your thigh rubs so seductively against mine. Missing my touch already?”

“I love the swirl, but I’d rather drink you instead.”

As if his confessions were rituals, Saelseris punctuated every single one with a deep kiss. It was his way to brag to the whole world that Nimriel was finally his. Marking her lips and tongue with a taste of cherries, Sael never let Nim forget the promise of all the pleasures he could’ve bestowed upon her. All she needed to do was ask.

“You don’t have to be this obvious,” Nim murmured, parting from him.

The warlock chuckled, nuzzling into her cheek, “You might as well tell me I don’t have to breathe.”

"Do you have all your poetic musings written somewhere, so you always have something to reply?"

Sael chuckled. "Believe me, it all comes from the heart. But your idea is good!" He jokingly patted her head. "Wouldn't want to repeat myself whilst talking about how much I adore you."

Nimriel shook her head, "It is all very sweet, but we are too much in the spotlight right now. That's concerning."

"Says you?" The warlock's eyebrows shot up in amusement, "Let me remind you, sweetness: last time we were here, you straddled me!" A blissful smile spread across his face as Saelseris reminisced, "And you kissed me like you wanted to eat me alive. Unforgettable. And very, very not discreet, if you ask me."

"Now let me remind you: I had to do it to chase a literal swarm of women away from you," the archer rolled her eyes, "Still can't believe the audacity of that shrew who implied I was your mother."

Barely holding back from calling her "mommy", Sael replied, "Come on now, don't pretend you didn't find the experience enjoyable. I can still hear your needy whimpers when I kissed your neck… The way you pressed into my lap… Gods, you almost deflowered poor innocent me back then," he bit his lip, "And now, all I can think about is what I can do to make you act up like that again."

Nim took a hearty gulp of red rum swirl. Not that it would make a difference with how much the huntress had drunk already. Rather, she preferred to keep her mouth full to keep quiet, in case Sael was about to spew some nonsense.

“My theory is that, last time, it was jealousy that riled you up so nicely.” The warlock shrugged playfully, “What’d you say? Should we test it?”

There he goes, not a day without planting a seed of annoyance into her skull. If only annoyance was the only seed this time, and not a potential bouquet of insecurities.

Nimriel sighed and stood up, “I’m going for a smoke,” she muttered, determined in her movements.

Instantly alarmed, Sael got up as well, but froze as she gestured for him to stop. “I need to think,” the archer sighed again before departing.

To Sael, it all sounded like he got himself into big trouble. The warlock cursed himself for being reckless with his words yet again and began rehearsing a good enough apology. But as more time passed, the words in his mind only got shakier. Eaten up by worry, Saelseris stood up and walked out of the tavern.

A bunch of visitors was chatting leisurely by the Mermaid’s main entrance, but Nim wasn’t among them. Yet, a sweet smell of lavender smoke from her pipe still lingered in the air. She mustn’t have gone far.

Sael circled around to the back of the tavern. The narrow, cobblestone alley was bathed in silvery moonlight, shadows stretching along the wall. Dark and breathy, it was free of Nim’s or anyone else’s presence. Only the distant echo of laughter from inside the Mermaid carried on the night air.

A tingle of uncertainty settled under Sael’s ribs.

Was his remark really that harsh on her?

Perhaps they missed each other, and Nimriel was already waiting for him inside?

Or… she went back to the Elfsong to teach him a lesson. Fair, but cruel.

A ruffle of clothes came from above the roof - too fast for him to react. A second later, she landed in front of Sael, fast like lightning striking the ground. Her palm swiftly muffled his startled exhale.

“Not good, Saelseris,” Nim tsked, pushing his back into the stone wall. Precise enough not to hurt him, but still rough enough to excite the warlock, “You’re so experienced and yet you didn’t hear me coming? Sloppy.”

Sael meant to reply, but her hand only pressed harder to his mouth.

“No-no-no, you had plenty to say already.” She sounded serious. Yet the way her body leaned snugly into his quickly made Sael realize - he was about to receive the greatest scolding of his life.

Feeling his smirk growing under her palm, Nim yanked his collar down, forcing eye contact. “You will hear me out. No fooling around, Saelseris. Unless you want to sleep in the hallway tonight. Nod if you understand.”

His breath hitched, and Sael nodded confidently.

Her hand slowly slid from his chest to rest on his hip. Nim’s fingers were thorough, gnawing at his body, appraising her midnight catch. For the first time since their vertigo-inducing tension blossomed into a relationship, Nimriel’s body signaled its desires so blatantly. Sael had seen it before, naturally. During the peaks of her pleasure, when she’d writhed under him, moaning for him to fuck her harder. But here? When a quiet storm brewed underneath her skin as she taunted and commanded him? The air in his lungs coiled with anticipation.

“Now, you must follow the rules. You listen to me, and you reply when I let you. No touching me or talking to me. Got it?”

Saelseris felt her knee slithering against his thighs, coaxing them to spread. Following her motions, he let it land against the wall, pressing up into his groin. Gathering all his will not to grind against her leg, he nodded again.

“If I like your answers, I will be merciful,” Nim teased, enjoying subtle shivers of his body, the fire already flaring between his legs. “Alright, riddle me this: do you think you blabbering about making me jealous was funny? You can answer.”

Once she removed her hand, Sael protested vehemently, “Not at all, my Gorgeous Moon! I was simply jesting. Reminiscing about the night and nothing more.”

“Hm,” not looking too amused, Nimriel fixed the lock of hair that covered his ruby eye, “And yet you did. Because you are so used to teasing me that you barely realize when you do.”

Allowed to speak again, he replied, “I thought you enjoyed my teasing. Can you blame me for overusing it?”

Her knee moved up slowly, grazing along the fabric of his trousers. Teasing him in response. Torturing, rather.

“So now you will use it against me?” Nim challenged.

“N-no, I-.”

Sael promptly shut up once her leg suddenly stopped its suggestive motions. Drunk on how easily she could unravel him, the ranger playfully squeezed his cheek.

“Disobeying already? See, Saelseris, this is the problem. As soon as I let my grip on you just a little loose, you act out of line.” Her knee was on him again, moving vivaciously around his already erect cock. Sael’s breathing stammered, fingers rubbed mindlessly along the wall, eager to fondle her instead. Finding the display quite erotic, Nimriel rewarded him with a humble kiss to the tip of his nose. “You are such a pervert, Little Shadow,” she taunted, her knee kept edging him on, “Do you always get hard during the interrogations? You can talk now.”

“I was trying to explain. I didn’t think a joke like that could hurt you. Because, to me, none of those women matter. Only you, Nim. You are set so deep in my heart that it is a little pathetic,” Sael couldn’t help himself, smirking playfully as he slowly rubbed himself against her, “… and you have hard proof of it.”

Nimriel bit her lip to hide a chuckle. Saelseris was right: she did adore his jokes, his lighthearted, charismatic demeanor. And most of all, the way Sael was - unabashedly honest. He’d already convinced her there was no hidden intent behind his comments. Didn’t really have to, with his heart proudly worn on his sleeve. Still, it would be a waste to “forgive” him so easily. Her celestial warlock deserved a sweet, unforgettable blessing. And it left her lips as nonchalantly as she could manage, “Unbutton your shirt, Saelseris.”

Sael obeyed instantly - the way she enunciated his name with tight control still ringing in his ears. His muscles went rigid under Nim’s dangerous, hazy-eyed gaze. Reluctantly, the warlock forced his hands against the wall - anything to keep his dearest interrogator happy. And, if Saelseris was frank, the role of her obedient puppy aroused him just as much.

“I often wonder how you survived this long with all your yapping. But-,” her fingers teased alongside his pectoral, barely granting him the satisfaction of her warmth, “-I must admit, you are too handsome for anyone to dare mar you.”

Holding onto his composure, Sael mumbled, “Not this time, Nim. I feel like crushing my body into the wall if you keep me on edge with your pretty fingers.”

“That would be unfortunate.” Her tone was a warning. Yet her hand glided lower, brushing against his belt. “What would you rather my fingers do?”

Sael inhaled, his thoughts balancing on the edge of a cliff she forced him onto. But the small, joyful twist of Nim’s lips - the precious little detail only he’d ever noticed - tipped the scale. “I want them to touch me. No, take me, however you desire to,” he confessed. “I want nothing more than to be at their mercy.”

A hot pulse bloomed in Nimriel’s lower belly. But she didn’t allow him to see the flush dawning across her cheeks. No, she’d rather show him what it did to her. For a second, Nim’s lips ghosted over his, only for her to yank his hair playfully, leaning his head closer. Smirking at Sael’s flustered expression, she whispered, “Do you understand what you’re asking, Saelseris?”

Her free hand trailed down again, clutching at his chest possessively, “We are hiding behind a very crowded tavern. Anyone can pass us by at any moment.”

Nimriel bit at his earlobe, coaxing a quiet moan out of Sael’s throat. Her merciless hand trailed lower still, dragging his body closer to her by the belt. Its snap rang deliciously in his ears, sending shivers down his spine. “Do you really want to put me in a situation where I have to risk my dignity?” she asked in a forced, dramatic tone.

“Nim-”

“Hush,” she murmured softly, now licking the side of his neck, “Want some drunk to see me fondling you? Kissing you? Rubbing myself against you?”

“Nim, please,” he begged, turning his neck to the side under the sultry, wet touches of her tongue. The tight press of her body overpowered him, making his knees go weak. So familiar and warm, he could’ve sworn they were lying naked in bed, not fooling around under the gaze of cold stars.

And then -

White, hot desire, tugging at his every cell. Her fingers finally reached his throbbing need.

“Mm,” Nimriel hummed, massaging his cock through the trousers. Her kisses shifted lower as she began nibbling at his collarbone, “And, of course, I’d have to take care of this. You would very much love that, wouldn’t you? On my knees, swallowing your cock, because I am too impatient to wait until we get home? It would be so promiscuous of me.”

“Ah- yes, it fucking would.” His fists clenched, his head flew high, mouthing for more air. To no avail - her grip around him only grew firmer. “Nim, please,” he bent down slightly, kissing the top of her head, “I am begging you to risk your dignity, yes. Because otherwise I will lose my gods-damned mind. I want you so badly it hurts.”

As if on cue, her hand began unfastening his trousers. “You poor thing,” the huntress murmured, making eye contact with her fevered lover, “Your loose lips got you into such a tight spot.”

“I am aiming for an even tighter spot,” Saelseris stammered, “And I’ll do whatever you want to get there.”

Stepping back, Nim let his words hang in the air, her attention utterly stolen. The sight of his naked body made her mind go numb with desire every single time. A breathtaking painting with a few specks of small freckles and scars dripped across the divine canvas. It shone a pure, bright bliss, just like Sael’s smile - the moonlight couldn’t do it justice.

And it yearned for her. Saelseris made it more than clear.

His body trembled under her glance, every muscle tense with anticipation. Broad chest went up and down in a frantic rhythm - heart racing, begging him to act, to satiate its cravings.

Their eyes met, and Sael smirked, biting his lower lip. His gaze drifted down, inviting her to follow. Hard and heavy, his cock pulsated, lust coiling in every vein and cell. The fingers of his right hand flexed against the wall, eager to relieve the ache between his legs. Yet, he resisted, for now.

“You’re so easy to rile up. It’s ridiculous.” Nim closed the distance between them again, fingers ghosting close to his length.

“When a stunner like you eats me with her gaze, it’s impossible to resist,” he replied, breathing heavily.

She gifted Sael a smile that matched his smugness before lowering her head. Hovering against his chest, the huntress snarked, “You are way too happy for someone getting punished.”

Next moment - her teeth shut around his nipple. A bite equally raw, sharp, and amorous. Not a warning, a provocation. Sael writhed, inhaling sharply, muttering something between a curse and a plea.

“Relax, Saelseris,” Nimriel soothed breathily. Her bites grew more open-mouthed and wet, teeth grazing all across his chest. She ate him like a soft, juicy peach - Sael was just as delicious. Nim’s hand finally locked around his twitching cock, but she didn’t have to do anything. His hips thrusted into it involuntarily, the ecstasy of what her mouth, tongue, and teeth did to him kicking in.    

“Did- didn’t know you were a biter,” the warlock groaned, eyes rolling in pleasure, “forest life must’ve been exciting.”

“You’re mine now, Saelseris,” Nimriel replied confidently between smaller licks and bites. Her fingers were all silk and gentleness, massaging his length as Sael jerked rapidly and shamelessly into her open fist. “And I can do whatever I want with you. And I wanted to do this,” - another tingling bite, then a broad, all-consuming lick, - “for a very long time.”

Sael moaned, his thoughts - an incomprehensible knot of sensations she so generously gifted him. Sharp, yet careful teeth gnawing playfully at his skin. Wet, greedy tongue licking him diligently. Tight, shivering body melting against his, seducing him into touching her. Soft, controlling fingers brushing across his cock veins, nudging him to spill hot seed all over her hand. Nothing else existed, only Nimriel, all around him.

“Let me touch you, please,” Sael pleaded, palms rocking against the wall uncontrollably, “I want to make you feel good, too.”

Nim’s hand locked firmer around his member, taking over his motions completely. Her strokes were quick and demanding, leaving Saelseris no choice but to writhe and whimper instead of reasoning with her. Her touch remained gentle as she massaged his hot, sensitive skin, watching his every reaction.

“I know what you are thinking,” she taunted, taking in the vulnerable look on his face, contorted by pure pleasure, “As soon as I allow you to, you’ll lift my dress, like so.” Her free hand yanked her dress up, exposing her to mid-waist.

Sael gulped, eyes devouring the sight of her bare hips. Moonlight-kissed, soft, his. And those silk, black panties that left no room for imagination - only a promise of a forbidden pleasure waiting beneath.

“And then, you’d want to touch me here,” Nim edged him on. Her index and middle fingers pressed to her pussy, rubbing into wet fabric, making the outline of her folds more visible. The warlock bit his lip: he could practically feel how warm and trembling it was under her firm touch.

His lover let out an uncontrolled moan and continued teasing him, ignoring the unbearable pulse between her thighs, “You’d stretch me out with your fingers until I am nice and soaked for you, right?” Nim’s palm closed tighter around his cock, her own arousal growing by the second.

“I wouldn’t bother,” Saelseris barely spilled out between fevered, heavy breaths, “S-sorry, love, but I’d have to rip those pretty panties and fuck you raw against the wall. Been thinking ‘bout it all night.”

“Have you?” Nim asked, lips brushing against his as she stroked him faster and faster.

“Ever since saw your hips spilling out of the dress,” the warlock groaned, watching enviously how her slender fingers circled through the silk fabric, “Bloody tease. Should’ve fingered you under that damn table.”

Her greedy tongue pushed into his mouth, silencing his aroused nagging. Breaths and tastes mingled, their scorching bodies rubbed against each other, desperate to become one. Nimriel’s hands nudged, and slithered, and pleasured them both, again and again, as if the skies would fall and crush them before they could indulge.

“Yeah, you should’ve. Now you know how to punish me next time,” she breathed out between kisses.

“Nim, fuck.”

It was all too much for Sael. One more ferocious kiss, and the warlock stammered, “Please, I’ll do anything! Just let me touch you.”

“Not so fast, Little Shadow,” Nimriel smirked, “I can’t let you off the hook so easily, or you won’t learn your lesson. But,” the hand with which she touched herself landed softly on his chest, “you can hold me while I make you come.”

Desperate, Saelseris didn’t have to be told twice, quickly entwining their fingers. Nim’s grip on his cock grew possessive. Every fast, tight stroke made his stomach flutter and burn, taking him into the skies only to drop him down and pick him up at the very bottom. Again, and again, and again.  

“I love how heavy you are, how you feel in my hand,” the huntress whispered, kissing and biting his chest. Her gaze was locked on his twitching member, “I want to make you spill and then have my way with you again. Will you be good for me?”

“I will be anything f-for you as long as I’m yours.” Sael clutched her hand for dear life, giving into the bliss of orgasm.

Nimriel watched her lover with unguarded tenderness, admiration softening her every feature. Flared and breathless, Saelseris stood trembling before her, hips still shivering as she kept on her gentle rubs even after he was spent.

“My brave, obedient warlock, you did so well,” she murmured, giving him soft kisses on both cheeks. “I hope I didn’t overwhelm you.”

Sael smiled faintly, still under a heavy spell of overstimulation, “You are-,” he chuckled, affection-struck, “You are so lewd and possessive tonight. This is ahhh… very inspiring.” His gaze was already wandering down Nim’s body, locking on the beautiful, shimmering spot where silk clung to her folds. If only he could slip past it and feel how wet she managed to make herself. Or better yet - to honey it up even more: his fingers, his tongue, his cock - in no particular order and as many times as she’d wanted.

“Well, aren’t you the sweetest?” Nimriel teased again, “I think you deserve some incentive for behaving. How about-” she stroked him once more, coaxing a surprised moan out of Saelseris, “- I clean you up all nicely?”

She didn’t wait for a reply, kneeling before her precious warlock with a playful smirk. “You’re still not allowed to touch me, though.” Notes of authority returned to her tone. But it didn’t matter, as the next thing Saelseris knew - her tongue swirled around his tip.

“Gods, Nim!” he breathed out loudly, hands shooting up to grab the wall again. She knew he was still too sensitive, intending to use it against Sael until he’d learn to never cross her again.

“Eye on me,” Nimriel commanded, licking him broadly from base to tip, “Unless you want me to stop?”

“You know it’s unfair,” Saelseris mumbled, obeying nonetheless, “You look irresistible when you do it. I – ahh – won’t last long.”

“Oh, but you see, it is all about self-control,” Nim grinned, lips caressing his length as she spoke, “A skill you clearly lack. So, try not to disappoint me.”

“I-,” Saelseris stammered: her soft lips locked around his tip. She trailed a slow, thorough path up his shaft, her honeyed tongue soothing his burning skin. Unhurried, Nim let his cock go down her throat, whimpering at the sensation.

The reverence and softness of her moves. Her dazed demeanor. The way she was glancing through her lashes, mocking his helpless bliss. Unbearable.

“I think I’m almost done cleaning you,” Nimriel teased, releasing him, only to make another broad lick across his underside, “Want to help me?”

“Anything!” Sael moaned, biting hard at his fist - the only precaution keeping him from coming all over her luscious, heavenly lips.

Nim stroked him playfully, as if the warlock needed any convincing, “I want to taste you. Really taste you,” she smirked, reaching for one of his hands. Placing it softly onto her crown, Nim continued, “But once you’re ready to spill - you need to stop. What do you think? Can you please me, Saelseris?”

Absolutely devious. But Sael couldn’t resist. Not her, never her.

He leaned closer, pressing his cock to his lover’s lips, “The hold you have on me…,” he whispered, “You make me lose my mind, and I never want you to stop. Nim-,” Sael inhaled, forgetting how to think or breathe, “Please, just… keep me close, always.”

“I’ll make it up to you, promise,” Nimriel said sweetly before her mouth claimed him again.

Meticulous and gentle, she took in every inch, enjoying the way he throbbed at the sensation.

But it wasn’t enough. Not when Sael, so handsome and desperate, was gazing down at her, suffocating in her affection. One moan from his lips, and she was soaked.

In a moment, her calculated moves were overruled by the chaos of her arousal. Fast, slick rhythm consumed every sensation left between them.

Saelseris was completely lost to the sight of his perfect girl deepthroating him. Overwhelmed and teary-eyed, she bumped her nose so cutely against him each time her lips would reach the base of his cock. The obscene sounds coming out of her soft, warm mouth were maddening, simply incomprehensible to the warlock. She was so good, so loving, and so ruthless to him. His immaculate angel, cleaning him diligently on her knees. Sael could hardly fathom what he’d done to deserve a moment of such unadulterated bliss.

His hand tangled deeper into Nim’s hair, urging her to slow down, “Love, I can’t anymore. Any second now,” the man pleaded.

Slowly, she released him with a wet pop, marveling at the fruit of her labor. Tense and glistening with her saliva, his cock begged for another touch. Ready to burst. “Sael…” Nimriel breathed out sweetly, looking him in the eye, “Is all of this for me?”

“Yes, my Moon,” he replied from within a deep haze, "I didn't know it was possible to want you more than I already did. But your perfect mouth makes very compelling arguments." Saelseris exhaled shakily, fighting and barely winning over the urge to push into her again. Tonight, Nimriel broke him completely. A revenge for all those times he'd seduced her, perhaps. If so, Sael agreed he deserved the punishment. Tonight, tomorrow, and any day his goddess would demand it.

Nim smirked, rubbing her cheek against his cock. She looked mesmerized, lust seemed to have taken over her. “You are good and ready to follow my further instructions, then, Little Shadow?” she murmured.

Dazed and still, Saelseris nodded. He watched as Nim got up and stepped aside, leaning her left hand against the wall. In a display that felt like an intoxicating dream, she arched her back and lifted the hem of her dress. Sinfully bathed in moonlight, Nim glanced at Sael over her shoulder.

“Then listen and watch.” She held his gaze, making him follow her moves. Slowly, her free hand slid her panties to the side, “You said you didn’t expect me to be this lewd… Well, I didn’t expect it from myself either. If I’m honest, I think it is all because of you,” Nim confessed, letting her two fingers in. She touched herself with slow precision, weak waves of relief washing over her. Taunting Sael was no longer a goal when her own urge to be filled was so unbearable. “And ever since we had sex for the first time,” she whimpered softly, losing her composure, “I only want more. It crosses my mind all the time when you’re close.”

Possessed by the impossibly erotic vision unfolding right in front of him, Saelseris stiffened. Almost unwittingly, the warlock began stroking himself, watching her fingers escaping in and out her warm, wet pussy. “Can I come closer?” Sael asked hoarsely.

One small, quick nod from Nim was all it took. The balance of power tipped the instant she sensed Saelseris looming behind her. His usual gentleness now thrummed with quiet command, authority radiating from him as she bent for him, wordless in her desire. Sael leaned into her, hard cock pulsating uncontrollably against her bare thighs. But there was no rush, no pressure. Only letting Nimriel know just how much he hungered for her.

His right hand carefully landed on hers, guiding the fingers she touched herself with. Sael set a faster rhythm for her, making Nim go deeper. His breathing grew heavier as he put his head on her shoulder, enjoying the sloshy melody of their movements.

“Does it feel good?” he whispered, gently biting the tip of her ear.

“Yeah,” Nimriel breathed, “But yours feel so much better.”

“I know,” Sael pressed his hand firmer to hers, “Give the word, and I’ll take care of you, my Precious Moon.”

“N-no, not like that,” she replied, her put-on commander tone gone completely, “I want your cock, Sael. Fuck me against the wall. Please, you promised.”

Electrified by her plea, Saelseris pulled her into a heated kiss. His hands entwined Nim’s body instantly, crafty fingers undoing the front laces of her dress.

“So beautiful and obscene,” he groaned into her mouth, “You know how to ask nicely, don’t you?”

He yanked her dress lower, exposing Nim’s breasts to the breezy night air. Saelseris paid no mind to her impatient whining, savoring the moment as he looked down over her shoulder. His all-devouring gaze was switching between her flushed face, hardened nipples, and slick folds. Seeing his huntress so hot and bothered, her body begging for his touch, made his head spin.

Unrestrained, Sael got a hold of her breasts, massaging them with great care, “Play with yourself a little longer for me.”

Still whiny and desperate, Nimriel did as she was told, rubbing her hips against his groin in shameless, trembling circles.

“You have no idea,” Sael swooned, caging her body against the wall, “how many times I’ve fantasized about you touching that exquisite, tight pussy…” he inhaled sharply. The warlock traced the tender line of Nim’s neck with his tongue, hips moving in fluid motions against her. Scraping her with his heat and a pulsating desire between his legs. “To know that you do because of me-” Saelseris almost growled, spreading her thighs wider, “-makes me want to sell my soul to you. Just so you can use me however you please.”

Devastated by the beauty of his confession, Nimriel turned her head, kissing him, “Wasn’t the first time I touched myself thinking about you,” she huffed, “You… I’ve wanted to have you all to myself for a long time.”

A chuckle that came out Sael’s mouth sounded more like an anguished bark, “You’re such a fox, Nim. Calling me perverted when you yourself had dirty fantasies about me. Sloppy indeed,” he mocked, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sael lowered his head to nibble at her colorbone, enjoying the view of both their hands ravishing Nim’s body, making it writhe and shake in arousal. “My sweet girl, don’t you know that I can never deny you pleasure, no matter how harshly you interrogate me?”

The warlock lowered and pushed his hips forward, slithering his cock between her thighs. It twitched energetically against her folds and fingers, eager to thrust into her.

“This what you want?” Saelseris breathed, feeling her fingers coiling around him possessively, thoughts melting into a hot, white pulse at the sound of her whimpers. “Show how much you want it. Let it soothe you.”

A moment or two passed before Nim could break through the heavy cloud of lust and align them. The feeling of his head stretching her soaked pussy was akin to a fervent kiss of a forgotten lover - raw and endless.

“Sael, I-”, she moaned shamelessly, impaling herself onto him deeper.

“I’ll take care of you, my love,” Saelseris groaned, lifting her hips with urgency only to push her back onto his cock. To the hilt and back out. Again, and again, and again. He needed her to take all of him, to fill her up so deep she’d remember their one-week anniversary for months to come.

Sael leaned impossibly close, breathing heavily into Nim’s ear. Not a man anymore - a beast, driven by pure impulse, drunk on her slick warmth and wanton moans.

How could she ever think he’d want to have any other woman or man by his side, when her body made him turn into a creature of pure desire and love? He could never get enough of her, doomed to be under Nim’s spell until centuries collapse their bodies into dust.

Relentless cries and huffs, the slosh of bodies colliding, singing obscene praises to the night that obscured them from curious eyes, filled the alley.

“I was born to indulge your every fantasy, my Moon,” Saelseris groaned, feeling his release coming onto him, “And I’m ready to do so thousands and thousands of nights to come.”